Winter Coronavirus Sunday Arvo

World Heritage Site. Exhibition Buildings, gardens and fountain. Not much to do with the text but the day before. A very pregnant woman and her partner dressed in skintight white clothes were having their photos taken in various sculptural poses in/near the fountain.

11.6. Feels like 7. Clear. Still. But with that icy note in the air.

I stretched out a mid-morning trip to Essendon to deliver some newly-made medical scrubs to a Pakistani Australian (nurse? aide? doctor?) with his two gorgeous young children who lived in a recently constructed suburban mansion. As always Essendon seemed Catholic and hilly and in the morning cold, and despite the endless family muscle cars, slightly frozen and surreal. Weird for weird times.

At the coffee shop the Greek owner stood just inside the door and directed traffic as owners might but rarely do. A young woman with two rather clever patches of dyed yellow thatch in her otherwise jet black hair (I did say it was Essendon) sorted out everything else with such deftness it was gripping. The conversation in the coffee shop had dints in it, assertive but stop-start declarations about what you could and couldn’t do. ‘No mate. No way. You can’t. They won’t letcha.’ The BMW SUVs kept up a steady stream going past, broken by the occasional Porsche Cayenne. Essendon. Plenty of money out there. Plenty of money spent out there anyway.

In the afternoon, it’s Sunday, we decided to go over to the Uni tram stop and take the first one that came past to its terminus and then walk home. It’s the busiest tram stop in the world with eight lines running through it, so there were options. It turned out to be a Number One, East Coburg to South Melbourne Beach. Wasn’t my first choice but who cares. We put our masks on and climbed aboard.

The terminus of this line is at the corner of Victoria Avenue and Beaconsfield Parade. We were at the beach. The cafes and coffee shops were full, the paths along the beach heaving with active wear and kids on scooters. Beaconsfield turn right along the beach to Station Pier then turn right up the light rail reserve back to the city.

Myrna needed a location for a Zoom dance so for a start we thought we’d bother the fishermen on Lagoon Pier.

We crossed the river over Webb Bridge, a bundle of modern architecture near Charles Grimes Bridge, Charles Grimes being the Surveyor General of NSW and the first European who ever saw the Yarra.

I looked down the river and it wasn’t Melbourne as people usually imagine it. Perhaps ever. But there was something about the whole that seemed to capture the afternoon. This place that time. Monumental, but vacant.

Then it seemed like wherever I looked it was the same.

This track takes you past Docklands Stadium where there was a game on. And the crowds had gathered, he says with heavy irony.

The forecourt warning about kicking the footy — ‘a no no. No punts, no big torps, no droppies or even bananas’ — was entirely unnecessary.

Dyse couldn’t even remember what to believe in.

Some kids were playing basketball watched by Ben Simmons and Liz Cambadge.

But the restaurant overlooking the forecourt was like a lot of other restaurants.

Food was coming from other sources. (The dominant form of traffic in our neighbourhood.)

It’s probably important to say Myrna did find a place to do her dance. It wouldn’t be coronavirus times if there wasn’t something slightly weird going round on video. All I can do is apologise we didn’t have the light rail passing in the background.

You may have noted the careful washing of hands (0.02-0.09) before the show really gets on the road.

Strange days.

10 thoughts on “Winter Coronavirus Sunday Arvo

  1. Thanks for the photos and comments, David. Not leaving Darebin these days, so it’s exciting to visit foreign parts via your blog. Good for you Myrna, too! It reminds me I’d better get on with my own zoom dance contribution…

  2. Great. Love it. A good thing to do. Record the weird Corona times. The year of the plague and all that. The year or more? Loved Myrna’s dance. Well done to her too.
    Hope you’re well and family likewise.
    Warm wishes on this cold but lovely morning, J

  3. Great, David. So good to record these strange year of the plague times. Lovely writing and Melbourne pics. Well done to Myrna too.
    Hope family is all well.
    Warm wishes, Joan

  4. We went to Port Melbourne on Sunday along with 20,000 others who had the same idea. We walked west past Station and Prince’s Pier (it should have a possessive apostrophe as it was named after some English Prince) and all the way out to the point of the Yarra. Plenty to see and do but physical distancing was a bit difficult at times. As I often find when I walk, there was some railporn in the ground at Prince’s Pier; broad gauge lines had been imbedded in the surface of the pier where they once were. Next time we’ll take the tram to the Station Pier station and then walk out from there and have coffee and a bun away from the madding crowd. After our soiree at Nick and Julie’s we were a bit ill and so had a test. Both tests came back negative so all those who were there can relax.

  5. Thanks for the commentary and photos of your sunny Melbourne stroll David and Myrna, – and loved your dance Myrna. Go girl!

  6. Beautiful record of unusual times. Mount Macedon has gone from weirdly quiet to crazily busy on weekends as everyone seems to try to escape Melbourne. Lots of serious walking gear, so I suppose if you can’t walk in the Himalayas or Tasmania, the Macedon ranges becomes an attractive option. Enjoyed the dancing Myrna!

  7. BEAUTIFUL BUT SAD,REMINISCENT OF EDWARD HOPPER’S SOULFUL PAINTINGS OF BUILDINGS WITHOUT PEOPLE OR JUST A COUPLE ISOLATED IN A DINER. BUT BRAVO TO MYRNA DOING HER DANCE…… LIFE BE IN IT !!!.
    THANK YOU DAVID AND MYRNA FOR THESE MOST UNUSUAL SIGHTS OF MELBOURNE ON A VERY QUIET WINTER SUNDAY. KEEP WELL, KEEP WARM. LOVE, SOPHE.

  8. Nice pics. Good to see Myrna being so agile. How strange your city so quiet. Hopefully we won’t have to experience another complete lockdown here. We came through it flu-less and without noticing any change, apart from the absent traffic noises. Didn’t like being told to stay in the bubble though. Best regards, also from Chris.

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